A hitch hikers guide to Myanmar

Having spent a short time with a pronounced hitch hiker, a guy that solemnly used that form of transportation wherever he was, and where ever he was going, in the world. From street corners of his home town to the endless miles across Siberian Russia. Through African deserts and Malaysian highlands. Years and years of…

I’ve got nothing to do today but smile

So as we slowly dragged and snailed, rocked and churned, huffed and puffed our way over the Myanmarian country side, a country side of infinite beauty in its simplicity, I started analysing the fact that I felt so strongly for this country and its people. I loved them, each and every one. That was apparent…

So easy to learn, still easier to forget

Rediscovering the ego is never a good thing. I left Chiang Mai with a bag of sadness. People had shortly come to mean more to me than what’s healthy and I had started to feel a need for security, a craving for belonging. Forgetting my place in this here creation, forgetting we are all in…

To all the people without whom we couldn’t travel

That girl, when she pulled me in. Roughly she grabbed my elbow without a word and had me share her umbrella. The walk was far longer than I expected and the rain started coming down heavily. I was already running panicky late and was coming to terms with the fact that I was about to…

The cure for being weary

It has been five months in plenty of different countries and cultures. Even thought there’s a slight reminiscence between the different South East Asian countries they are still very independent and unique. It’s easy for a European to bunch them together and say “I’m gonna do South East Asia” or “I’ve been to South East…

The biggest journeys are the ones we make on the inside

My first month in Indonesia brought me little physical movement but still kept me unusually much in motion. From Jakarta to Yogyakarta is not a far way to go in 30 days, but the two cities differences made my transgression from one state of mind to another both beautiful and welcomed. My all in, high…

This is just another love song

Coming from West Africa and straight into South East Asia kind of just stresses the differences between the two. Though both continents have similarities as all the post colonial countries do, similarities created by years of oppression and neglect, inequalities and neo colonialism, corruption and material as well as philosophical stagnation. (All of these are…

First mission accomplished!

As humble as ever, I mostly thought that I myself was the one finding this blog amusing or inspiring. Since I get to decide the content, reading my old posts is for my very own pleasure; I do agree with most of what I’ve written and find some phrasings rather catchy. But oh oh oh!…